I recently reconnected with a girlfriend that I’d had since grade school. We came up through school in different circumstances, she in Catholic school, I in public, but we were neighbors and then in the same Girl Scout troop. I believe we were called the Daisy’s, or something cutsie like that. We hung out in high school some, but she always had a boyfriend and I was too busy being a rebel, or actually, a little shit. We drifted apart after high school and for many years barely saw each other. Then, after running into her unexpectedly, and discovering a shared passion – writing – we picked up again seamlessly. We correspond weekly and see each other every chance we can. She has become for me, that friend with whom I can share anything. Friendship, like a fine wine, ages gracefully and with a little nurturing, opens like a rare flower. Thanks, Barb.